Friday, 12 May 2017

Flash fiction 19: Bitter guest

This one was written for Dan Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise – the only thing managing to kick my butt into writing lately. Bitter guest

It’s only words. Letters conjured up. The he said,
she said. Cast adrift, spiralling like smoke twisting from a cigar. Set
adrift upon the breath, usurping the light. The story took on a life of
its own until it walked and talked, ate, drank and laughed its way
inside, taking root in the recesses of the mind. Never questioned. Never
asked. It stayed for years. A willing guest, received with a warm
welcome by those who hungered for it. It never wondered why. The story
stayed, grew and rested, spilling its scented anger and bitter streak
wherever it drifted. An invisible guest always chattering, nothing
sensible escaped it. Only bile. But no one thought not to believe it as
the smoke choked.

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